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Post by Cloudy on May 26, 2013 19:44:00 GMT -7
Raphael physically shook with emotion that he wasn't used to. In order to get rid of all that emotion, he softly began to recite his favorite poem - by Theodore Roethke.
"I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go."
With a grunt, Raphael forced himself to his feet and retrieved a few weapons. He needed to kill something.
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Post by Spotify on May 26, 2013 20:13:24 GMT -7
Hope laughed softly, of course, Magnus Bane would be holding a party. She grinned as she headed up to the door. This would be prime hunting grounds. The perfect place for her to blow of stem. The Shadowhunter knocked and was greeted by a familiar face.
Magnus Bane stood tall in the door of his townhouse. His beedy cat eyes slanted with amusement,"Hope Wayland. What a surprise. I heard what Clary did to you. That's awfu. You're looking for a place to stay aren't you? Well you're welcome here as always, but not in those clothes."he said and than muttered a simple incantation. Hope's long leather gear pants shrunk into a tight miniskirt and the tube top she had been wearing became sparkly. The clip that held her hair vanished and her hair tumbled down her back in wild curls. "There. Sweetie, you look hot. Now go crash my party."the warlock said with a sly glint. Hope laughed softly and headed in to the party that was Magnus Bane's.
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Post by Cloudy on May 27, 2013 15:35:27 GMT -7
[is Hope supposed to be Raph's mate? xD]
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Post by Spotify on May 27, 2013 15:48:22 GMT -7
(They are no mates. Just Parabati which means.. Uhh. Look at the front page lol I forgot. XD)
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Post by Cloudy on May 27, 2013 15:52:31 GMT -7
[xD]
Raphael stalked through the streets, green eyes narrowed dangerously. He heard a soft hiss and spun without another thought. In the same moment he'd snapped a hand up and deflected the Vampire's swipe. He grabbed the vamp's wrist and shoved it forward. The creature squealed in pain, slashing at Raphael. The Shadowhunter simply leaned back, though his cheek was caught by one of the vamp's nails. His eyes narrowed. He was angry now. Raphael snapped the vamp back with a kick to the chest, retrieved one of the knives in his jacket, and flicked it at the Vampire. It died in a heap. Raphael spat on its corpse and retrieved his blade, wiping the blood off on the vampire's shirt.
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Post by Spotify on May 27, 2013 17:46:46 GMT -7
Hope's hips swirled to the beat of the music, her eyes danced with laughter, but they're was something not quit right about her eyes. They were something she wasnt telling someone. There was a secret hidden in her depths and sorrow. So much sorrow. The girl was putting up a facade. She didn't want anyone else to see her weakness. (Sorry baby is too cute)
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Post by Cloudy on May 28, 2013 17:50:56 GMT -7
Something animalistic burned in Raphael's eyes, a low rumble echoing in the base of his chest and throat. He was pissed; he could feel the hot anger pumping through his lifeblood, travelling rapidly to all parts of his body. His hands clenched in response, his nostrils flared, his breathing picked up, his green eyes became molten lava the color of emeralds. To be honest, Raphael didn't even know where the anger was coming from.
He couldn't know there was a warlock hiding in the shadows, softly chanting over and over again.
He couldn't know the warlock's spell was slowly increasing the level of anger in his body, pushing him closer and closer to the edge of collapse.
He couldn't know the warlock's intent was to seize control of Raphael's mind. A controlled Raphael would be quite possibly the worst thing unleashed on the Shadowhunter and Downworlder society in quite sometime.
Raphael couldn't know the spell was beginning to take hold.
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Post by Goldie on May 29, 2013 17:06:18 GMT -7
"It takes a bit to get me wasted." Rían said with a small smirk, twirling around so that her shirt swirled to show her peirced belly button and the tattoo on her lower back. She placed Quinn's hand on her hip and moved tauntingly with the beat, her his swiveling and green eyes watching Quinn's as she danced to the music, her gaze playful. |
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Post by Spotify on May 29, 2013 19:53:45 GMT -7
I don't know how to respond to that
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Post by Cloudy on May 29, 2013 19:58:43 GMT -7
[hold on I'm not done  ]
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